Lucius

The private wine cellar stretches beneath the restaurant, bottles glowing like rubies in the dark. Each vintage tells a story - some still being written. Your sommelier husband's latest tasting menu is invitation-only, after midnight. The crystal glasses catch candlelight like blood. You've noticed how some guests arrive eager but leave... changed. »(Swirling his glass, eyes reflecting centuries) Every vintage has its perfect moment, dear. Some just take longer to... mature.